My Playroom—October, 2021
Davis was back for another round in
the playroom. I loved how open he’d been
to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my
schedule. This time didn’t set any kind
of new goal to achieve. We just had some
kinky fun…
It’s
a long drive for Davis. He has spent a
fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up. I have left a robe for him on the bathroom
door knob. I go back to the blog post I
was working on when he arrived and write a little more. I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I
type. I don’t know if it’s my words or
the anticipation. I hear the water cut
off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric.
Ok. It’s him.
I
stop typing and go put on my boots.
Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be
right there. And I am. He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and
athletic socks. As he hears the door
open he goes to his knees. I hang my
robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench. I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs
spread wide.
“Suck
my cock.”
He
has swiveled slightly, still on his knees.
Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock. He inhales.
Sighs. His tongue comes out and
begins to lick the fabric. Soon, he’s
found the edge and begins licking my balls.
I pull the fabric aside. I want
his mouth on me. He hungrily licks and
sucks the hairy sacks. I stroke my
cock. When I’ve worked up another drop
of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock. He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep
throats me. And again.
He
groans and pulls off.
“Get
up here,” I tell him. I move and let him
crawl up on the padded bench. He settles
in and hits his poppers as I kneel. I
pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole. He groans.
I moan—and burrow in with my tongue.
I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob. I stand up and work the head of my cock into
him.
“I
always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.”
The
poppers do their job—and his hole is mine.
I fuck him slowly. The full
length in and out. His groans and egg me
on to speed up and fuck him harder. I do
it. Then I pull out and walk to his
mouth. He eagerly cleans me off,
reveling in the taste of his hole.
We
move to the sling. The moment he is in
the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack. I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which
leads me to rimming his fucked hole.
I
plow his ass.
I
let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling.
I
use the egg headed dildo on him. I don’t
add my cock. He’s not quite ready for
that yet. But I fuck him with the bigger
head of it.
I
piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole. I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in
to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick. “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up
your hole with just you for lube.” He
leaves me covered in spit.
And
I fuck it all up his willing hole…
*
We
take a break. We both drink up. I am hoping he will be able to piss. I surprise him by getting in the sling. “Lick my balls.” He kneels.
His face is right at my ball sack as I recline. I stroke my cock as he tongues me. I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue
between the cockring and my balls.” He
does. Really well. His licking makes my
cock run like the clichéd faucet. I mop
some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward. He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle
finger as if it were a tiny cock. I
smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum.
We
switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees. His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking
and stretching.
I
fuck him. Hard. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my cock split into him.
I
finally have to pause to get my wind back.
I move the rimseat away from the wall.
“Out you come.” His eyes have been closed. He’s been in his own world.
I
help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling. I enter him.
I fuck him hard. He is
groaning—it feels totally different to both of us. I suddenly stop. My bladder is full. I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing
into his once tight hole. I can’t
stop. It just goes on and on.
Davis
moans into the sling: “Are you gonna
drink that out of me?”
“I’m
gonna fuck in it, first.”
I
begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him. I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which
means there has to be a whole lot inside him.
“Here we go.” I pull out and my
fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any. I ask for his poppers and take a long hit
before I settle under the frame. The
seat comes down. He sits. My tongue hits his hole and it is a
deluge. No poking around to find
it. He is full to bursting. He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets
it go. I drink most of it, but there is
so much coming at me, I can’t get it all.
I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face.
When
his ass stops dripping, Davis moves. He
knows where he needs to be. He is in the
sling before I can get off the floor. I
ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum…
Too wet to pack? I found it in the bathroom.
Can I just say that this was perfect. Every aspect. My idea of a dream encounter. So thoughtful, he left you a souvenir of your time together. A very nice touch.
ReplyDeleteDavis is great fun. I think some things still shock him--and perhaps that he seems to like them.
DeleteBut doesn't that just add to the enjoyment of the whole experience? Watching someone discovering new and different things about themselves and how much they are enjoying it. It sure does for me.
DeleteYes, I think so, too.
DeleteHow nice, he left you a souvenir. I love it when people leave things behind. I have quite a collection and it makes me so happy.
ReplyDelete...and when they leave something behind it usually suggests they'd like to return. I certainly would!
DeleteI have had things left before. Always nicer than the things that disappear.
DeleteI sure hope he'll be back in the new year...once things slow and calm down again.
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